As I casually perused the litany of noteworthy news feeds this afternoon, I thought I would burst a few thousand veins when I happened upon an article regarding an Olympian. The past two weeks, I have meticulously stayed away from ANYTHING Olympic related. Gotta love that delayed feed tape crap NBC decided was best for us (personally, part of the Olympics IS having to get up at ungodly hours to watch your most anticipated events – I digress). It's bad enough one cannot read through their messages on Facebook, lest a certain friend proclaim the day's winner. Ahem.
Back to this article. It seems as though there are citizens of this great country of ours taking issue with one runner's choice to hoist two flags during an after race celebration. One being the flag of the United States, the other that of Mexico. Fasten your seat belts folks, this isn't going where you think. Oh no... it isn't the white bread folk of America, nor is it the multi-grain bread folk raising the ruckus. Nope, it's the normal everyday folk in addition to runmymouthformoneywriting Mexican folks raisin the ruckus. Um... WUT? That's right, it is the people who share a heritage with this young man (Leo Manzano) that are complaining that he should have chosen but ONE flag to fly, ONE country to represent in his quest for gold. Forget that Leo was the first American to win a men's medal in the mile since '68 – that would be silver, by the way, and absolutely nothing to sneeze about.
A few quotes from one of those runmymouthformoneywriting Mexican folk (Ruben Navarette) for you to digest:
“Why would he carry a flag of the country his parents left when he was 4 years old? “
“What am I missing? Where were the Italian-American athletes waving the Italian flag, or the Irish-Americans waving the Irish flag? I didn't see that. “
“That's funny. I only saw one set of letters on his jersey: USA. “
Then there's this one, sore thumb, quote that hit me in the gut.. HARD:
“But the last thing the Olympics is about is the individual.